I can't seem to face up to the facts
I'm tense and nervous and I can't relax
I can't sleep 'cause my bed's on fire
Don't touch me, I'm a real live wire

Psycho killer, qu'est-ce que c'est?
Fa, fa, fa, fa, fa, fa, fa, fa, fa, far better
Run, run, run, run, run, run, run away
Oh, oh, oh
Psycho killer, qu'est-ce que c'est?
Fa, fa, fa, fa, fa, fa, fa, fa, fa, far better
Run, run, run, run, run, run, run away
Oh, oh, oh, oh, aye-ya-ya-ya-ya

You start a conversation, you can't even finish it
You're talking a lot, but you're not saying anything
When I have nothing to say, my lips are sealed
Say something once, why say it again?

Psycho killer, qu'est-ce que c'est?
Fa, fa, fa, fa, fa, fa, fa, fa, fa, far better
Run, run, run, run, run, run, run away
Oh, oh, oh
Psycho killer, qu'est-ce que c'est?
Fa, fa, fa, fa, fa, fa, fa, fa, fa, far better
Run, run, run, run, run, run, run away
Oh, oh, oh, oh, aye-ya-ya-ya-ya

Ce que j'ai fait, ce soir-là
Ce qu'elle a dit, ce soir-là
Réalisant mon espoir
Je me lance, vers la gloire, okay
Aye-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya
We are vain and we are blind
I hate people when they're not polite

Psycho killer, qu'est-ce que c'est?
Fa, fa, fa, fa, fa, fa, fa, fa, fa, far better
Run, run, run, run, run, run, run away
Oh, oh, oh
Psycho killer, qu'est-ce que c'est?
Fa, fa, fa, fa, fa, fa, fa, fa, fa, far better
Run, run, run, run, run, run, run away
Oh, oh, oh, oh, aye-ya-ya-ya-ya

Composição: David Byrne / Chris Frantz / Tina Weymouth